Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!

Chapter 815 - 41: How Dare You Let Me See Your Beauty (Part 2)

Yan Yu was startled, then immediately understood, and lowered her head.

Moreover, she was far from being as extreme as Adele, she merely had a little more subcutaneous fat.

The makeup artist saw her demeanor and knew she had acquiesced.

He smiled and reached out to cover her eyes.

"If Third Miss still finds it hard to face the makeup mirror and lights, why not close your eyes and take a nap. Once it’s done, I’ll call you."

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In the studio, with Little Ben’s return, the shooting resumed its normal course.

Unexpectedly, Little Ben walked back and bowed to the photographer first. Although he didn’t say anything, for someone of his nature, such a bow was more than enough.

The photographer naturally understood the limits, and while the model was taking position, he quietly said to Yan Jian, "Although the lead you chose is obviously not professional, I must say, he aligns perfectly with the design of your main hard photo concept."

Only then did Yan Jian discreetly breathe a sigh of relief, "Yes, the concept of my design, once I close my eyes, materializes directly into his form."

The photographer looked at Little Ben through the lens and couldn’t help asking, "But it’s also a bit strange. Although he hasn’t been professionally trained, his sense of fashion, stage presence, and camera awareness seem to be innate. Look, once he’s on stage, he immediately finds the light and lens."

Yan Jian nodded as well, "I feel the same way, which is why even though I knew he wasn’t professional, I dared to use him as the lead for the hard photo."

This is true for any profession; while training and diligence can take you to a reasonably high level, people with talent can reach even higher. Some are just born to excel in certain areas.

Yan Jian quietly trembled in her heart. Could his qualities be hereditary, or are his parents in this line of work?

But Little Ben only said he was an orphan and was very secretive about his past, even the police database couldn’t trace it.

She thought, perhaps the only person in this world who knows the truth is James.

Thinking of this, her heart inexplicably ached again.

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As the shoot began, the photography assistant changed the backdrop and dimmed the lighting; on the side of the stage, another assistant began to create wind and spray rain.

Whether it was with Catherine’s early work or when Yan Jian took over, the main design concept item has always been the duck hunting boots, so all ideas revolved around the duck hunting boots.

The nature of the duck hunting boots dictates that their background must include wind and rain, or a dark and cool winter season. These elements of wind and rain were designed to better match the characteristics of the duck hunting boots.

But this meant more challenge for the model; spending the better part of the night like this was far from easy.

Yan Jian held her breath and focused intently on Little Ben. He’s the lead, and his natural temperament aligns best with her design, so if his performance stands out, it could inspire and lead the other models. Moreover... He’s the lead; as long as his hard photo is a success, the entire set of photos would also achieve their purpose.

Music began to play, Little Ben stepped into the background.

In the misty rain of Tower Bridge, he leaned slantingly against the railing. His side profile, cold and sharp, pierced through the mist, fully capturing the lens.

Tall, sharp, cold... cutting.

It seemed like he was waiting, yet also reminiscing about something lost, an inexplicable sadness and loneliness pierced through the lens, coming across fiercely.

The photographer sighed with satisfaction but still shouted, "Where’s that look? Why is it so wandering? Focus, look to that point in your thoughts!"

The photographer’s words inexplicably made the astute Yan Jian squint slightly.

When was Little Ben’s gaze ever unfocused? His usual look could pierce through walls; when had he become someone whose gaze wandered?

So at this moment, that wandering gaze, exactly what is he looking for?

Or, who is he looking for?

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Thinking of this, Yan Jian’s heart started beating like a drum. She really hated this feeling!

Subconsciously, she turned her head towards the makeup area. She dearly hoped Third Sister would just stay there steadily, chatting with the makeup artist.

But fate wouldn’t be kind; just as she turned her head to look, she happened to see Third Sister coming over from the direction of the makeup area, filled with shyness.

Her hands awkwardly didn’t know where to go, so in the end, she tugged at her skirt and then lowered her head deeply.

Yan Jian felt a thud in her heart.

In fact, Third Sister hadn’t changed much; it was just that the makeup artist had coiled that forest-like long hair around the top of her head, revealing her complete facial contour and slender neck. A gold-leaf headband was used, matching her nymph-like temperament perfectly. It wasn’t dazzling, just a small touch of gold peeking out between her dark hair, subtle yet warm.